Poems from Third Grade, Part 5

It's the Northfield Elementary Poetry Celebration this week!I'm looking forward to seeing the third grade poets. This is their chance to show off all of their hard work during the residency. The poems I share with you here are first drafts. Tomorrow is my first opportunity to see the revised poems.The students will presenting and performing their finished poems for friends, family, and peers on Friday.The third workshop of our residency was Pocket Poems. With the work we have done thinking about form (List Poems -- our first workshop) and imagery (Food Poems -- second workshop), the students have a foundation in some basic poetry skills.Our third workshop is all about stretching the imagination and seeing where it takes us.The full description of this lesson is available here. The mentor poem is Calef Brown's "Eliza's Jacket," from one of my family's favorite books, Polkabats and Octopus Slacks.The concept of this writing prompt is that we each have a jacket with magic pockets. Put your hand inside and what will you find? A super power? An enchanted coat? Your best friend? A dinosaur egg? That's up to you, Poet!Many years ago, the Northfield team and I developed a craft to go with this workshop. Each poet is given a blue card stock "pocket" -- they look like the back pocket from a pair of jeans. The students personalize and decorate these pockets, then staple them to a display where they are stuffed with (you guessed it) the poems.Students and visitors love taking the poems out of their pockets to read. The extra interaction adds fun to the process of reading. You'll see examples of the pocket poem display at this post.And now for some third grade pocket poems:My HippogriffBy Sarah L.I have a jacket.A jacket made of pockets.In pocket number highest number everI have...a baby hippogriff.When it is young, I will findraw meet and ferrets to feed it with.When it is old enough, I can trainthe hippogriff so its wings will bestrong enough to fly, so I can rideit to get to places, with his soft white-tippedwing by my side, his shiny beak clicking andbrown hooves running as we are ready fortake off. Soon enough, we start glidingin the air. When we get back, he fliesinto my pocket, and we have agood night sleep, dreaming about the next day.***A Turtle in My PocketBy Lysanne G.I have a jacket, a jacket madeof pockets. In pocket #5, a turtle hidesinside. It comes outside every night and tellsme magical stories through the light. It eatsbaloney, usually in a sandwich. He tellscheesy jokes, as cheesy as they are. We playoutside at night, when my parents aredeep in sleep. Sometimes, instead of baloney,I feel him macaroni. Sometimes evenchocolate. He smells like pie, becauseof shampoo, with a bottom that smellslike soup. he looks like a rock, but green.***My Wings in Pocket #2By Nora C.I have a jacket, a jacket madeof pockets. In pocket number 2I have a pair of wings. I takethem out to fly away whenI feel like flying to a placewhere I can be alone to dowhatever I want. I take themout when I want to avoiddoing something or to reach highplaces. I want to sit whereI can't reach. They are black,black with white tips. I'd flywith the birds and move throughthe clouds.***D's SP: Darcy's Super PowerBy Darcy B.I have a jacket, a jacketmade of pockets. In pocket103 I have a key thatunlocks my brainand takes me to Maine.The key tellsmy brain to transform mysuper powers so I canfly, way above thosepuffy white cotton balls so ...I can see the whole worldand if anybody needshelp, 'cause I will savetheir day!***UntitledBy Arianna J.I have a jacket. A jacket madeof pockets. In pocket number 8I have a magic ball.If I ask the ball a question.I can see what I asked."Magic Ball, can I seethe answers for the math test?Oh. Ah. 68. 36.Mom's coming, get in pocket number8." Hmm. Now what shall I ask.Oh, I know. Mom's watching TV."Magic Ball, show me the latestkids' movie. Let me see mybrother's future. Ahh! Eww! Change it.My eyes are burning! Let mesee my future. I bet I'm goingto be a ... OMG. I'm a baker. That's my dream."I don't even have a wordfor how  happy I am. Anyway that's my magicball!***Isabella's PocketBy Isabella T.I have a jacket,a jacket made of pockets.In pocket number 9, I have theBahamas inside.The warm, tropical Bahamas with waterthat's clear and calm. You see a barracuda,marlin, or a swordfish pop out of the waterevery few minutes for abreath of air every once in a while.Palm trees are springs up everyfew minutes.Snakes, monkeys, lizards, iguanas, squirrels, crabs,red ants, bull ants, ants: Life is in theBahamas. It's blazing hear round, prettyhotels, house, apartments, and cabins.Oh, but what's this?An anaconda bit me.Oouu. I go back to school.I'm lonely and all alone.I invite my friends.My friends and me pull outour surf board.WAVE!***UntitledBy Anna O.I have a jacket made up ofmany pockets. In pocket 8,888I have my magical abilities.They make me half butterflydragon, half human. When I am tenI will go through my metamorphosisand get wings and silk. Oh, no.That's today! I take my powerout and glare at it. "Can't youwait?" I say. I have to hang onto it our else it will dartaway. It wriggles onto my wristand I stagger sidewaysas silk spills from mywrists. Then my eyes close.When I wake up, I havewings. Now I can fly toschool, not take the dirtybus. Hooray!***UntitledBy Yash D.I have a jacket,a jacket made of pockets.In pocket #99I have a magic crystal ball that changes into anything Iwant. It glows in the dark and is blue.I can turn it into a house, so I can have aprivate place and  no one can come in.If I don't have a friend, I can turn it into one.It can make me teleport to the place where it wasmade, and I will get another one.It can even turn into a different font when I am writing.It can turn into a tree that more crystal balls will fall off of.If I make it into a smoothie and drink it, Iwill have all the powers inside my body. I caneven make an endless supply of dragon eggs.I can't tell you what is in the other pockets,because you will steal them.***Thanks for sharing your great imaginations, third grade poets! All poems are posted today with permission.For more of this year’s student poems, please check out:Poems from Third Grade, Part 1 — List Poems (Ms. Spencer, Ms. Sochol-Solomon, and Ms. Scavo’s classes)Poems from Third Grade, Part 2 — List Poems (Ms. Hilliard and Ms. Trodden’s classes)Poems from Third Grade, Part 3 — Food Poems (Ms. Hilliard and Ms. Trodden’s classes)Poems from Third Grade, Part 4 -- Food Poems (Ms. Spencer, Ms. Sochol-Solomon, and Ms. Scavo’s classes)